"Even Ninja's have chores." were the last words he heard from his mother as she ushered him out from the house. He had been to the market many times, he had gone alone sometimes but never to buy groceries. How hard could it be. Stuffing the Yen and his mother's list into his pocket he would make his way over to the Red Oak district. The market was bustling that day, people haggling for lower prices, others peddling their goods. It's not like Tatsuo wasn't used to the market, he was just worried he'd get something wrong. As he neared the grocery store he removed the list from his pocket. Reading it out loud to himself:
"Eggs..
Rice..
Flour..
Sugar..
Noodles.."
Seemed easy enough, at least she hadn't sent him off for anything bizarre. Stuffing the note back into his pocket he took a step into the grocery store. He made his way over to where the rice was, or at least where it should be. However it'd seem he hadn't been paying enough attention last time he went shopping with his mother. He had no idea where anything was. With a puzzled and almost lost look he began to wander around the store squinting at the note in his hand. After little success finding anything he became more and more flustered, his face becoming red and generally looking uncomfortable.
"Eggs..
Rice..
Flour..
Sugar..
Noodles.."
Seemed easy enough, at least she hadn't sent him off for anything bizarre. Stuffing the note back into his pocket he took a step into the grocery store. He made his way over to where the rice was, or at least where it should be. However it'd seem he hadn't been paying enough attention last time he went shopping with his mother. He had no idea where anything was. With a puzzled and almost lost look he began to wander around the store squinting at the note in his hand. After little success finding anything he became more and more flustered, his face becoming red and generally looking uncomfortable.